Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Acrostic Poem: Hyssop

Hwæt! They drowse the air beside the beans,
Yielding heavy, hairy spires to the bees.
Simple, brilliant, modest colour of their blooms
Spreads a dazzling flush when teamed, bush by bush.
Opulence near escapes the eye with these!
Pure as their inner pungence, washing clean!

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